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Random Romps

A thread for all of the things.

Ripping off a famous thread authored by my internet nemesis. I feel no guilt, I seek only pleasure.

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“The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.”

This is random. Did I tell you about my bin? As in garbage bin. I know I need to write in many dialects here.

Anyway, my bin.. It's the blue bin actually. Thats for all the household rubbish that can't go in the yellow recycle bin or green garden waste bin. So I have three bins. I only use two as there is no garden here .. Although curiously I do have a green bin . It's taken me about a month to half fill the yellow bin. But I digress.. The blue bin.

There are ten flats/ units/ apartments in my block. It's a normal sized block so you can imagine that bin collection day is a bit of a free for all to get the things lined up on the side if the road so they can be emptied. Actually the green and yellows are alternate weeks. The blue is every week.

So some fucker has been putting their rubbish / garbage/ trash in my bin. And it gets full by about Tuesday and bin collection is on Monday. First I thought I had id'd the culprit. Single white female with purple bin bags. I saw her taking them out and then lo and behold my bin is overflowing with purple bin bags. Then the bin is mysteriously put out for me on Sunday night but by Wednesday still hasn't been brought in. In fact its lying forlornly on its side on the pavement/ sidewalk. So I bring it in. Three hours later it's got more bags in it. White ones this time. And some trashed mail. Aha.. A lead .. Hmmm flat 6.. Indian couple.. Not much of a lead.. I often dump junk mail in the nearest available bin. Not quite the same as the volume my bin is being subjected to.

I'm thinking of a sting operation. Or retaliation. Defintitely going to spray paint a skull on the lid. These people are nuts.

__________________Safety. Obscurity. Just another freak, in the freak kingdom...
“The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.”

This is random. Did I tell you about my bin? As in garbage bin. I know I need to write in many dialects here.

Anyway, my bin.. It's the blue bin actually. Thats for all the household rubbish that can't go in the yellow recycle bin or green garden waste bin. So I have three bins. I only use two as there is no garden here .. Although curiously I do have a green bin . It's taken me about a month to half fill the yellow bin. But I digress.. The blue bin.

There are ten flats/ units/ apartments in my block. It's a normal sized block so you can imagine that bin collection day is a bit of a free for all to get the things lined up on the side if the road so they can be emptied. Actually the green and yellows are alternate weeks. The blue is every week.

So some fucker has been putting their rubbish / garbage/ trash in my bin. And it gets full by about Tuesday and bin collection is on Monday. First I thought I had id'd the culprit. Single white female with purple bin bags. I saw her taking them out and then lo and behold my bin is overflowing with purple bin bags. Then the bin is mysteriously put out for me on Sunday night but by Wednesday still hasn't been brought in. In fact its lying forlornly on its side on the pavement/ sidewalk. So I bring it in. Three hours later it's got more bags in it. White ones this time. And some trashed mail. Aha.. A lead .. Hmmm flat 6.. Indian couple.. Not much of a lead.. I often dump junk mail in the nearest available bin. Not quite the same as the volume my bin is being subjected to.

I'm thinking of a sting operation. Or retaliation. Defintitely going to spray paint a skull on the lid. These people are nuts.

This happened to us once years ago. There were these trash can sheds out by the carports, scattered through the complex. When we got to the bottom of it, we learned that the person filling up our trash can thought it was her trash can. It was sorted with minimal fuss.

Hmm. We have blue bags for recyclables, green bags for garbage, papers/magazines go out in a plastic grocery bag, and we have big green municipality-issued compost bins into which all organics, including veg, meat, fish, edible oil, boxboard (think cereal boxes), small amounts of garden waste must be put. They each have a computer chip which links that compost bin to the municipal address.

Biggest problem out here is black bears in early spring. They like meaty fishy oily compost.

I'm singing and playing one song solo this evening, three others with my group. It'll only be 80 to 100 local people in the audience, it's just a benefit show for someone, so why am I as usual all freaked out about soloing?

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It's interesting to cashier... people come through the line... some very happy, some very impatient and angry, some quite obviously poor, some obviously doing quite well for themselves, some young and crazy, some old and senile, some distressed and not doing so well...

I suppose if you do it long enough the emotion turns to: eh, just people. Fuck 'em all, but I find it kind of therapeutic.

__________________Safety. Obscurity. Just another freak, in the freak kingdom...
“The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.”

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Quote:

Originally Posted by borealis

I'm singing and playing one song solo this evening, three others with my group. It'll only be 80 to 100 local people in the audience, it's just a benefit show for someone, so why am I as usual all freaked out about soloing?

What song?

Doing a solo takes courage, good luck!

__________________Safety. Obscurity. Just another freak, in the freak kingdom...
“The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.”

Song was Wild Goose by Wade Hemsworth, Canadian songwriter who mostly wrote about Northern Ontario wilderness in the forties. There's a vid of him singing it online, but I've completely rearranged it until it's not even the same tune.

I'm singing and playing one song solo this evening, three others with my group. It'll only be 80 to 100 local people in the audience, it's just a benefit show for someone, so why am I as usual all freaked out about soloing?

What song?

Doing a solo takes courage, good luck!

See above.

And it went really well, I got a lot of ego boosting compliments, including from several local musicians I really respect.

This is random. Did I tell you about my bin? As in garbage bin. I know I need to write in many dialects here.

Anyway, my bin.. It's the blue bin actually. Thats for all the household rubbish that can't go in the yellow recycle bin or green garden waste bin. So I have three bins. I only use two as there is no garden here .. Although curiously I do have a green bin . It's taken me about a month to half fill the yellow bin. But I digress.. The blue bin.

There are ten flats/ units/ apartments in my block. It's a normal sized block so you can imagine that bin collection day is a bit of a free for all to get the things lined up on the side if the road so they can be emptied. Actually the green and yellows are alternate weeks. The blue is every week.

So some fucker has been putting their rubbish / garbage/ trash in my bin. And it gets full by about Tuesday and bin collection is on Monday. First I thought I had id'd the culprit. Single white female with purple bin bags. I saw her taking them out and then lo and behold my bin is overflowing with purple bin bags. Then the bin is mysteriously put out for me on Sunday night but by Wednesday still hasn't been brought in. In fact its lying forlornly on its side on the pavement/ sidewalk. So I bring it in. Three hours later it's got more bags in it. White ones this time. And some trashed mail. Aha.. A lead .. Hmmm flat 6.. Indian couple.. Not much of a lead.. I often dump junk mail in the nearest available bin. Not quite the same as the volume my bin is being subjected to.

I'm thinking of a sting operation. Or retaliation. Defintitely going to spray paint a skull on the lid. These people are nuts.

This happened to us once years ago. There were these trash can sheds out by the carports, scattered through the complex. When we got to the bottom of it, we learned that the person filling up our trash can thought it was her trash can. It was sorted with minimal fuss.

a spray painted skull might do the trick!

fashion a lock for it. I know what these apartment dweller types are like. Now it's purple bags, next week it'll be body parts, you mark my works

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Raidiohead concert in... 3 days!

__________________Safety. Obscurity. Just another freak, in the freak kingdom...
“The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.”

Read my posts with the following stupid accent: Savage American English

__________________Safety. Obscurity. Just another freak, in the freak kingdom...
“The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.”

I am of the nature to grow old.
There is no way to escape growing old.
I am of the nature to have ill heath.
There is no way to escape having ill health.
I am of the nature to die.
There is no way to escape death.
All that is dear to me and everyone I love are of the nature of change. There is no way to escape being separated from them.
My deeds are my closest companions.
I am the beneficiary of my deeds.
My deeds are the ground on which I stand.

__________________Safety. Obscurity. Just another freak, in the freak kingdom...
“The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.”

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I came across a turtle! :3

__________________Safety. Obscurity. Just another freak, in the freak kingdom...
“The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.”